The freedom of purposeIt floats with an endless
playgroundThe guider of the darkOversees its playfulnessThe increase of spaceAnd its growthAnd graceAllow nothing but a nomadic
jesterIt wonders, untilIt’s stillThough it evaporatesIn sacrifice to make new
worldsIt regenerates, when time
is rightWith more vibrantAnd giganticKnowledge…It knows not its wayIt goes wherever fate leads
itAnd yet, if finds its way
home in…Spirit